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Creation

Shining sparkling in the light,
Gold and Silver fill the page,
with no second thoughts. 
Words of wisdom,
Written on paper,
Blowing away with the wind.
Beauty that never fades,
as the artist captures it,
every detail with his easle,
and paint brush.
Making it flow over the canvas.
The pages of life,
Turning and Turning,
until it turns up blank,
and you fly away.
To see more beautiful things,
to a better place.
And watch the story of someone else's life,
be written in a book,
stored in the library of the wonders.
For anyone to read

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I Wish

I wish that I wasn't venomous
That my lips weren't laced with poison
So that I could kiss you without feeling guilty
I wish that my love had value
Not the fools gold that you treated like treasure
So that you could live not like a peasant, but a king
I wish that I wasn't made of sweet cotton candy lies
That I could feed your soul instead of sending it on highs then sudden sugar crashes
So that I could hold you without worrying you'll starve
I wish I was pure
Not tainted by my mother's mistakes and a stranger's fingers
So that I could be the lover you deserve
I wish that the voices in my head were silent
That they didn't whisper the same things over and over
So that I could belong to you and not the darkness that hides in my past
I wish that you hadn't left me
That you still held me when I cried
So that I wasn't so alone
I wish

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Before You Fall Asleep

Where do you rest your head at night?
Is it beside hers on one pillow so you can hold her?
Does she pull the sheets away from you so that you are cold?
You were never cold beside me.
Who listens to your heart while you sleep?
Does she lie awake and listen to you breathe?
Does she rest her ear against your chest and fall asleep to your heart's lullaby?
I can still hear it sometimes in my dreams.
Do you pet her hair while she sleeps?
Do you kiss her forehead and whisper to her while she cries?
Or is she a silent sleeper, just breathing quietly beside you?
You always tangled your fingers in my hair.
What's on your mind before you fall asleep?
Is it the way she smiles when she's tried?
Is it how beautiful she is with her hair spread out across you chest?
Or is it me, and where I might be, or whether or not I am awake?
I can still hear you when you're thinking of me.
Have you heard what they say?
Have you bothered to listen when they talk about love?
Have they told you about the signs of a breaking heart? 
It all comes down to the last person you think of at night.
That's where your heart is. 
Where does your mind rest at night?
Is it next to her, on one pillow, so that you can hold her?
Or is it with me, where ever I might be, whether I am awake or not?

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The Church In the Trees

The leaves rustle,
As the trees tell their story.
I lean against one and water it with my tears.
I walk on.
My pace slow.
I remember when I was young.
A child of three mabe four.
I ran among the trees.
A fairy or a bird.
Laughing with my friends.
Oh such innocence.
I reach the forest's end.
The trees part and grass has it's turn in the chorus of nature.
An old church.
It's white paint chipped,
It's bell ringing no longer.
Stands tall.
Guarded by Angels.
Blessed by song.
So many times I had prayed here.
So many times I had imagined coming back.
The door creeks when it opens.
Sturdy beyond it's age.
A single bible remains.
It's pages yellow.
Names written inside the front cover.
I run my fingers over the indentions of the letters.
And I find the name of which I am looking.
I close it and place it back where it was.
I shuffle down the aisle.
My feet rubbing on the aged carpet.
I lean in front of the old wooden podium,
Close my eyes.
And pray for the hope long lost.
The cross as my guide,
The bible as my messenger.

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Suicide Season

The days have become shorter,
It is early and it's dark.
Though it was dark before.

The leaves have long changed,
They have fallen from the trees,
And now their skeletons are left.

Sleep no longer comes easily,
The dreams too real.
Too vivid and cutting.

The blade once was sharp,
Your flesh once was whole.
Now both lay broken.

The darkness crept in,
Invading the spaces,
And bringing the thoughts.

The words did not rhyme.
They have no rythym,
And make no sense.

It doesn't seem fair.
It seems like no wrong had been done.
Understanding is futile.

The weather grows cold,
The night grows longer,
The light fades more.

The snow falls white,
Stained with bright red blood,
Slaughtered under vicious words.

It grows harder to breath,
Easier to stay hidden,
Better to remain silent.

Search all you want,
The ice will consume all.
Even the smiles.

Black no longer stands out,
The music fades into silence,
Faith is lost.

The sickness spreads,
The hearts shatter,
Like a disease it continues,

Like dominoes in a row we fall,
Not just one,
But all,

Don't close your eyes,
Don't listen to close,
Watch the ones you love the most.

For this is Suicide Season my friends,
From the beginning, 
Straight to the end.






Dedicated to Cody and Josh.

I loved you Cody,
November 1, 2010

Josh. I can't find the words.
November 3, 2011

Riley baby, no.
November 1, 2014

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Coffee and a Sunrise

There's nothing there for her,
Just coffee and another sunshine.
Wish she could break through?
Yeah me to,
Just drink some coffee and watch the sunrise,
...Find yourself.
See through someone else's eyes.
It won't be simple.
But sometimes you gotta jump,
And hope that somone's there to catch you.

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It's Cold In Here

It's cold in here.
Behind my eyes.
So cold that my teeth chatter.
Inside my lips.
It's cold in here.
Underneath my ribs.
Next to my heart.
Where it beats so slowly.
So slowly sometimes I'm afraid it might stop.
It's cold in here.
Where you used to be.
Somewhere in the empty spaces.
That I never knew I had.
Until you were gone.
It's cold in here.

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Melting

The ice that incases the cold thing I call my heart has began to thin.
Slowly the warmth hidden deep inside begins to creep out.
My heartbeat can be heard.
A slight stutter.
So delicate,
At any moment it will vanish.
And everything will freeze.
So long it has been frozen.
So long it has been silenced.
How dare it beat now?
Now that it would be so beautiful not to feel?
As it beats I think of what made it so cold.
The people I saw.
The broken souls.
But steady it beats,
As it melts so slow.

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Beautiful (Written By Someone)

Beauty is inside the bitter out,
Hiding deep inside a cold heart,
Trying to escape,
Only those who try can find it.
You can only see it in the mirror,
I can believe in it.
I can hear every thought in your head.
I look past your imperfections.
Find your fantasys and fears.
Heal your wounds.
Save you from yourself.
Hiding in the shadows of your mind.
Reaching out to what I know is there.
Grasping what reality is left.
Taking it by the hand and showing it the way.
Observing the details.
Living the moment.
Bringing forth the good I find in you.
And recreating the person I know,
By helping the person I see come out.

                                                                       By Someone who doesn't want to be named.

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Here After You'Re Gone

Dashing and dancing,
The angels sing their song,
as they fly down to the earth,
to catch the tears of the young,
They show the spirits the way,
for they are lost and alone.
The beautiful always go to soon,
Leaving sadness behind them,
and broken souls.
Those who seek a home,
Will look no further for they are welcome here,
in the hearts of dreamers,
in the souls of lovers,
away from the things that haunt their dreams,
and into the world of which they live.